tick tick tick goes my brain as I flip with a cycling of thoughts that lead me to “does anyone think like this?” heart so full it makes me sick and voice so small compared to all the shit. when you're different everything you do makes you insane but I am not victim to the intricacies of my brain my thoughts are my demons and even those float away and you can call me an animal but I havent changed from the person you knew that sat next to you in school or at the dinner table texting thinking she was so cool or the first girlfriend you ever had with a brain like a disneyland lollipop that made you feel like a fool. Im still the same being as you. I come from a place of peace, where occasionally violence attempts to feast, and the fighter in me is a ferocious beast and I feed off this earth and thank her for her meat. I come from a place of love, where everything that hurts never hurt enough, because I keep on falling even though we know the going gets tough but we need a constant other half to look at to remind us we are whole enough. I come from a place of compassion, where the thoughts that try to eat me will instead feed off your satisfaction, and the smile on your face is my biggest attraction, because seeing happiness through suffering is the best thing you could hope to happen. And like you I come from a place of fear and sadness, which eats at me like Im cake so you call it madness, when everything builds up I want to say Ive had it, and apparently not everyone gets that bad since tick tick tick goes my brain as I flip from the two way street of a flipping switch where definition of human becomes a double dish of which one do you choose, normal or this?